someone for over two hours and he very politely, and intently, listened to me while I told stories about things that are not funny at all. Towards the end of the conversation we started talking about things we really love and things we should probably appreciate more.
While doing so I remembered something that I had completely forgotten about had a good laugh and kind of teared up a bit because holy crap I know some of the greatest people in the entire world.
When I was younger I would spend a lot of time with my cousins on the weekends.
Every weekend I was at their house one of my cousins, who is roughly the same age as I am, and I would build a tent in her bedroom and live in it, during which we found a boombox and some blank cassette tapes. We spent many a weekends recording our own voices and making a radio program, playing every single part ourselves — hosts, recording artists, guests, and advertisers. During this time we also wrote a collection of silly poems in MS Word about things like thongs and ugly people, and our guests on the show would often be Important Writers coming to read their Original Works.
The culmination of all of this work was us sitting our family down around the dining room table and subjecting them to hours of poorly edited recordings of us goofing around. We laughed so hard at our own jokes that we were crying and slapping the table while her stunned parents sat mostly in silence.
When all was said and done my aunt got mad at me for teaching her youngest daughter what LSD was and breaking her boombox. In retrospect those weekends are probably some of the greatest weekends I had growing up and I was a bit disheartened when I realised how easily it was for me to completely for get about them. I bet I still have those tapes somewhere.
I should find them for my time capsule.
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